Tuesday, August 8, 2017

At least it wasn't the heart

I had an incident yesterday. I felt lightheaded and my fingertips were tingly. I didn't google those symptoms, so if they indicate imminent death, just don't tell me.

We called my cardiologist (the on-call one) who seemed unconcerned and was sure it wasn't heart-related. The latter might make him feel better, but I was imagining a conversation at my funeral: "He died of a totally treatable issue, but damned if the cardiologist wasn't right. The autopsy showed his heart was A-OK."

We decided I would have a cup of tea and see if it got better. (It did.) My sister also told me not to lie about my symptoms like I normally do because I don't want to be a bother.

I don't think I do that.

I do perhaps lie about how I feel, but it isn't because I don't want to be a bother. It is because I don't really believe they are legit. I think they are just in my mind, which they usually are.

The only real protein I had all day was from my PB&J at lunch, so I am attributing my incident to a protein deficiency, and I had a hard-boiled egg for breakfast.

2 comments:

Hey Matt! It's Ashley who did some home exercises with you a while back. I thought of you yesterday and thought I'd drop a line! I somehow can't find your email address (otherwise I would email), but I hope all is well with you!!

What's this?

A friend of mine and I decided that when you are bitter, you have two options. You can be mean and angry bitter, which begets pity. Or you can be a funny bitter, which inspires laughter, maybe empathy and even learning. It is a very fine line between the two.

I asked my favorite visual artist I am related to to illustrate this. She did an awesome job.It is quite a task. I am definitely bitter. I hope I am funny.